Now you want to fly

discovering that sensual mysterious side of yourself is not always at your convenience

Submitted:Oct 17, 2008
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NOW YOU WANT TO FLY

by julistar

I am proper. I know I am. I have done the right things as long as
I have known myself with just minor fibs and small
self-indulgences to mar the perfect record. Up until last week,
heaven awaited.

******

Harris looked up from what he was writing and immediately his
face curled into a knowing smile on seeing her. He raised back
from his laptop and picked up a pencil which he twirled absent
mindedly in one hand. This was becoming his favourite time of the
day. He looked at his watch and yes, it was just half ten. The
other Directors would be coming back from the Morning meeting
with the EOG clients and he could stop minding the shop as
diligently as he had been. He was only after all the Corporate
Secretary of their little company. His hands stilled as he
noticed a grimace to her features, she was walking gingerly this
morning and strangely not speaking. He was flooded by the rush to
know why.

"The boyfriend drop you from the chandeliers, last night? You are
limping"

She laughed in that open friendly way she had that made him think
too much. She hesitated, focussing those large all-seeing eyes on
him, deciding, he supposed if she would tell him her secret. She
shrugged and he braced himself for a story.

"Nadia caught me yesterday, you know. In spite of all my protests
and made me feel just a bit guilty for it too. I'll have to close
the door but I will show you."

Instantly enflamed, he could hardly believe the flow of words
that has just huskily passed from her too generous lips. She
seemed to bounce as she turned and quickly locked them in his
office. Well not really his office, for he shared this space with
another Director.

"Be honest." She half whispered, approaching and unbuttoning her
trouser pants with the grace of a panther.

Suddenly she was in front of him, standing between his legs and
bouncing again as she drew her pants down over her bottom. He
knew she only ever wore thongs; he had glimpsed this once too
often because this was a very small office with her bending down
or reaching up all too often with her pants and skirts straining
over her curves revealing the wisps of nothing she wore just to
say she wore underwear. He was so hard staring at her honey gold
thighs that he wondered if she too couldn't hear the blood
thundering through his ears.

"What do you think? Don't touch it though. It hurts like the
devil."

He heard her voice and tried to follow. She had turned away from
him and braced herself on his desk with one hand while the other
reached back and drew her little panties down. A flushing red
smear attracted his attention and once he could focus, he saw
that it was butterfly tattooed neatly over the crack of her ass.
The air left him in a whoosh and he was glad her back was to him.
She did not notice his instinctive reach forward to touch her
burning flesh.

"It hurts?" he managed this much more coolly than he thought he
would. He had half-risen out of his chair, intent really on
pounding into her supple body with his totem pole erection until
neither of them had the breath to live or the Directors knocked
down the door.

"Sure does. Took some painkillers before so we were pretty high
while they were doing it. But today is a different story. Poor
Nads has to keep rubbing salve on hers and she can barely answer
the phones out there for the pain. Hence the reason I'm helping."

She eased up and looked him over and her trusting smile widened.
She had not noticed that he wanted to fuck her beyond
recognition, that you never ever wave something like that any
sane man's face and think you can escape unscathed.

For the first time, in his life, Harris realised with a rush of
several conflicting emotions, he was not above forcing a woman.
He was not an animal, he hoped, but something had to happen here
or he would go mad.

"What made you choose there to put the butterfly?"

She sighed and in her youth looked indecisive. She had decided to
linger over this, sitting on his desk and swinging her legs as
she thought this over. Unconsciously she smoothed her legs with
her long sleek hands.

"I guess if I could, I'd like to be able to fly."

Her voice sounded small and he waited till she looked up from the
floor so he could search her eyes.

"And my butt's pretty nice still."

He joined her in her smile at that. "What do think? Do you like
it?" She waved toward him in an expansive gesture.

What possessed him, he would never know but he took that hand
like the gift it was and laid his cheek in it.

"I like it very much."

She nodded and slid off the table toward him as if he had tugged
her to him. And he wasn't sure he hadn't.

She had stepped out of her unbuttoned trousers and her other hand
found the snap on his with quick ease. She barely had to touch
him as his cock sprang free and shuddered in anticipation. Her
legs slid over his and she slipped a finger between them parting
her panties and tasted herself. That nearly undid him. His cock
weeped a drop of moisture unto her finger and she tasted that
too.

Her long shiverry sighs filled the room and he was glad that a
radio blared unprofessionally outside. He wanted to hear her
pleasure, wanted to see her in the harsh flourescent lights
throwing back her head, closing her eyes and holding onto him by
the back of his neck as she began to ride him.

And this was a rhythm he was not accustomed to for she swivelled
her hips instead of the usual up and down, she picked up the pace
on hearing his breath come faster and she teased and tormented
him as she decided when and if she would take him fully inside of
her. He could barely stand it.

He grabbed her by the throat and thrust his tongue into her mouth
as he sought for some kind of control in this madness. Cradling
her bottom and mindful of the exquisite tattoo he picked her up
and pushed her up against the desk. One leg slipped to the floor
while the other remained curled around his waist. But oh, how he
could better fill her like this. He felt her touch her forehead
to his.

"Yes, please."

He gripped her hips as he lost control of his grinding hips. What
he wanted was to make this last so he imitated her earlier play,
thrusting lightly when he knew she wanted more and filling her
depths when she least expected it. She was growing frantic and
losing her mind in his arms. How he loved the claw of her fingers
gripping into his arms as she arched backward, her helpless cries
begging for that which only he could give her. He watched her
lick her lips and felt the rumbling of her coming long before she
told him so. She was still quaking when he gave into a climax
that racked his body from head to toe. His body was suffused with
a sensation close to ice-cold pain before exploding into
bone-drenching warmth.

He could barely stand.

He slipped out of her and stood back, waiting for the earth to
right itself and perhaps to catch his breath.

She had said something and was looking at him expectantly.
"Sorry?" he said. Though he wasn't, not really.

"I said, " she began again, advancing on him now that their
clothes were put to right, "next time, we should do this so you
can really admire the tattoo."

He fumbled back into his chair. He said nothing as he had too
much to think about and too little energy right now to do so.

He heard voices in the lobby, watched her wink as she smoothly
unclipped the lock just as his partner turned the knob. The door
opened and the voices grew louder more focussed and she slipped
away.

He nodded numbly in response to some comment knowing that his day
would go on as planned but that his life would never be the same
again.